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“You cheated.”
“As if.”
“No, you absolutely did.”
Dean smirks right back, “Wouldn’t have guessed you to be such a sore loser.”
“I’m not,” the MegaloDom huffs, “I’m simply pointing out that you manipulated the game.”
“Nope, I played by all the rules.”
Benny’s got that pretty chuckle again, “Always do, darlin’.”
“Play them,” Cas huffs dramatically, “Yeah, I can see that.”
“Admit it,” Dean leans back to stretch his shoulders, knowing exactly where those ocean eyes are going to land, “I won.”
Yup, there’s a twitch picking up along Cas’ eyelid, ha. “By nefarious means.”
“What, like I’ve got an ace up my sleeve?”
And now those eyes dip low, “That in itself is part of the problem, you don’t have sleeves.”
Now shrugging his bare shoulders, Dean reshuffles the cards with a flourish, “I was warm.”
Benny covers a laugh with a long sip of Gatorade and Cas deadpans, “Of course, no doubt from the mind numbingly frequent stretches you just had to do.”
“Hey, man, I’m a dancer, can’t risk anything stiffening up.”
Ooh, that earns him an actual glare, Cas grumbles, “If I was any stiffer, I would shatter.”
Dean blows a kiss and deals. In minutes he’s got nothing better than a mediocre hand so he definitely needs Cas’ full attention. Time to bring out the big guns. “Papa, how’re your hands?”
“Not showin’ you my cards.”
Here’s a full eye roll, “No shit. I mean your actual hands. Want some more burn cream?”
“I’m good, baby, thanks.”
“Maybe just a little?”
“Nah, they’re just fine, though my palms sure are itching.”
“Bet I know what would help.”
“Oh, you’re gonna have my handprints on that ass soon enough.”
“Benny, I humbly offer my paddles.”
Dean clicks his tongue, “C’mon, can you focus?”
“Says the most distracting creature ever,” Cas tosses back his drink and looks like he’s whispering under his breath. But his eyes totally bounce back to Dean like three times before drawing a card and… yup, there’s the slightest wince. Perfect.
“Cas, you got any chapstick?”
“Ah… no, I don’t. Would aloe or Vaseline do?”
Nearly bailing ‘cause, dammit, there’s actual concern in that squint, Dean forces himself to stay on-track. “Nah, I’m a total sucker for some flavor. Oh yeah,” and nabs his robe off of the empty chair. Digging into the pocket for a strategically placed weapon, his ears are already ringing in the suddenly dead-silent room as he unwraps the lollipop and gives it a good lick and drops a card. Sure, Benny gives an appreciative hum but he always knows Dean’s games and is one tough sonuvabitch, just carrying on with conversation. Cas, though, oh he’s cracking. For every long swirl of the fat, red lollipop over Dean’s tongue, popping it out a few times to talk or take a sip, Dean sees a twitch on that godly face or those long fingers. Which means the quality of the cards shows up just as visibly, hell yeah, and maybe Dean doesn’t win this hand ‘cause his cards seriously suck but at least he beats Cas.
When Benny scoops up cards to shuffle, Dean uncurls from his seat in true Kiyaya fashion, “I’m gonna grab refills. What do y’all want?”
“Just what you’re having, cher.”
Popping the sucker out to spin between his fingers while bending to kiss Benny, Dean hums, “Sorry, Papa, got you all sticky.” And gets right to cleaning those lips up.
“Babydoll, you’re delicious.”
“Damn right,” he snags a kinda bitey kiss before tucking the lollipop into his cheek. “Cas, whatcha got a taste for?”
This beast must’ve been chewing on gravel again, his voice is so rough even a T-Rex would look sideways, “Tell me that’s strawberry.”
Oh. Dammit. “Sorry, big Daddy, it’s wild cherry,” giving a slurp.
“Fuck.”
Trying not to pout, Dean pops a hip against Benny’s chair, “Want something strawberry?”
“No, but I would have been able to resist at least a few minutes more,” and Cas moves. It’s like he just flew from his own seat to right here in Dean’s face and that face is hungry. “Open your mouth.”
What? Dean obeys.
And Cas licks around Dean's lips in one slow and continuous trail, straight out murder. Then licks inside, across Dean's teeth and tongue and it's so freaking weird and awesome. “Mmm, so sweet. I'll have anything you taste, just like this.”
Dean blinks. That doesn't help, he's in a state of erotic shock.
“Go on, boy,” Benny’s got a smirk in his tone, “you look thirsty.”
Glaring once at his devious partner, Dean raises his chin and swaggers to the kitchen. Just to chew on an ice cube because holy fuck that was so hot. Which means he's gotta up his game. Poking through the fridge and pantries again, he knows just the thing. Giving his deepest tone, he shouts, “Want snacks?”
An echo relays the negatives.
Good, he prefers his audience fixate on him and not some other sweet dish, ha. So he builds a freaking masterpiece. Oh yeah, that's the shit. Adding drinks and finishing off his lollipop, it's showtime. Tray lifted high which will totally show off his arm and obliques, he adds some extra strut to his gait and swings into the formal dining room.
“You said snack, not Sugar Factory’s wink at diabetes.”
“Don't sugar shame me, Papa, I'm still recovering, remember?”
“You'll be bellyaching in an hour ‘cause your belly’s aching.”
Dean sniffs and hands out drinks, then arranges his wild card. “If anything, you should be worried about Cas.”
The Angel is staring hard at the dish, “It's merely a stroke, I'm acclimating to experiencing them daily around you.”
“Damn right.”
Benny plays Dean's game, “What's the worry, cher?”
“All that time munching on scones n’ plain low-fat frozen yogurt, he's not used to decadence.”
Cas huffs, “It seems I'm developing a sweet tooth.”
“Dude, that's awesome! But baby steps, y'know,” dipping his spoon into the massive sundae and humming while slurping it clean, “don't overdo it, things could get messy. Babe, you gonna deal or what?”
While cards are rotated, picked up, slapped down, Dean cheerfully pretends to focus on his dish. Three scoops of ice cream, diced strawberries sprinkled over a pile of whipped cream, drizzles of chocolate and dulce de leche syrup. There's a surprise beneath it all, but that's for later. Humming happily with each carefully arranged and overpiled bite, timing bites to coincide with laughing at the banter Benny's pushing, would you look at that: blobs of syrup drop and pillows of cream float down, Dean catching some with his tongue, others a finger to his chest to swipe up the treat. Yeah, he can feel Cas’ inner shark getting chompy just as he sees those micro expressions below the cards. Games are afoot.
“Mmm, Benny, you gotta try this,” he layers the spoon perfectly and hovers it at Benny's mouth.
Yeah, his stud accepts it with a wink, “Now that's rich, darlin'.”
“Right? Swear I can feel it in my toes,” giving a shudder that he knows looks awesome. And a couple hands later, he’s leaned back as he spills a long tube of melted ice cream down his abdomen. “Dammit.”
Sure enough his awesome partner comes through, “Lemme get that for you.”
Kiyaya takes over and he uncurls from his chair to arch just freaking right in front of Benny. The tremble and gasp don't need any help, that's purely the result of Benny suckling over Dean's abs, mmm. And Dean thanks him with a bitey kiss before posing in his chair again.
There's a grinding sound and Dean is like 96% sure he knows what it is but this is the homestretch, he's gotta focus. Hell yeah, he's got a killer hand and knows Benny’s about to fold. Time to take down the dragon.
With a noisy slurp and licking stickiness from a finger, he shakes his head at Cas, “Can't believe you don't want some of this.”
“You didn't offer.”
“What?! Like hell,” and pretends to think back. Giving a half smile and shrug, “Sorry, might've just assumed you'd say something if you want something. It's cool, there's a little left, wanna bite?”
“Yes.”
Thrilled with the near-growl, Dean takes a bite and half crawls across the table, staring into sapphires and opening his mouth. As expected, nothing happens, so he sits back with a pout and swallows. “Thought you wanted to taste anything outta my mouth.”
Ooh, now Cas’ eyelid is twitching, “Get back over here.”
Dean looks down at his dish, “That was the last of the ice cream. Glad I'm always ready for more,” plucking a maraschino cherry into his mouth. Giving an involuntary yummy hum, he holds it between his teeth and gives a stage-worthy crawl.
Cas is simmering, like Dean wouldn't be surprised to see actual steam rising above him. The stud stares so hard at the cherry, final-fucking-ly leaning in and omg he licks across it with a groan. Sucking around the cherry and murdering Dean's senses, yeah, this plan is backfiring because Dean's on the verge of whimpering. But then Cas slurps the delicious blob into his own mouth with a filthy moan and that is so fucking hot.
“Thank you, darling, you're delicious.”
A gulp is all Dean's got as he sits back. Dammit, Winchester, get your head in the game. But he can't for long because he has to taste another cherry and as packs it into his cheek, a whole scene plays out in his mind and his body throbs with need. Send help.
Cas drops cards on the table, “I fold.”
Benny clicks his tongue, “Thought you could hold out longer, Feathers.”
“This sweet pet’s teasing is devastating, but seeing him saturated with lust and need, there is no resisting.”
“Hmph, can't argue that. C'mon, doll, show your cards,” and drops his own.
Yeah, Dean's decent hand wins him this round but… he's on the verge of begging.
“Oh, that's nice. Alright, babyboy, name your prize.”
“I wanna be smeared in cherry pie n’ licked clean, and I wanna ride Daddy's cock. But you're not gonna let me.”
Cas licks his lips, “Those tears are not yet healed.”
“Yeah, I know,” but it's cool because a new scene pops in and now Dean's balls ache. Popping another cherry before sliding onto Benny’s lap, he shares the tart bomb and steals a kiss while working up his bravado. “Kinda want to mess you.up.”
This crazy hot stud smirks, “That so? Guess you're gonna want some help.”
Glancing at Cas and back at Benny, “I need it.”
“Can't tie you up, not with scratches already there.”
Sure, Dean wants to argue that point but he won't win, so, “Didn't need the ropes earlier. Please, Papa?”
“Yeah, babyboy, it's gonna happen. Cas, this sexy temptation wants to finally give me his gorgeous cock.”
“That sounds wonderful. Dean,” fuck the way Cas says it always gives Dean goosebumps, “I'm certain you'll appreciate just how much I loosened Benny’s ass up.”
Here comes a full-body flush, “Can you help me?”
There goes that head tilt and squint, the fiercest duckling, “How?”
And Dean chickens out.
But that's okay, he has Benny, “Gotta give him parameters, orders, tell him just how to take me down.”
“Hmm, I'm happy to help. Up, pets, while I thoroughly loved seeing Benny stretched over my desk, you both should have more comfort. Dean, disrobe, kneel on our bed and wait for us. Don't you dare touch yourself.”
Yup, that's just right, Dean's feeling kinda buzzed making the trek to… wait. Cas said our bed. Like sure, the whole what's mine or ours thing earlier, but holy shit. Our bed lingers in his mind for the final two miles and he gets right to it, kicking off pajamas and finding the perfect angle to really wow his boyfriends.
And he waits. Of course Cas is gonna make him wait, this is where Dean's obedience has to come into play. Breathe… focus on his heartbeat… try to stop thinking… That one's not working, he's too freaking excited and nervous and he desperately needs to see his own cum leaking from Benny's wrecked hole..
Footsteps echo the long hall and there they are. Fuck, look at Benny, he has that same hungry expression from the other day, when Dean woke up to that gorgeous mouth around his cock.
There's Cas settling on the upholstered lounge chair, looking like the Lord of the manor. Oh, guess he really is. Whatever, he's hot. And fully dressed, so…?
“Dean, your manners are exquisite, such a beautiful doll waiting for me.”
Praise from that stud is potent. A lump of excitement wedges itself in Dean's throat, he has to gulp just to get out a broken thank you.
“Benny, strip… Lovely. Sweet boy, you are going to touch Benny but entirely at my command, do you understand?”
“Yeah, Daddy, really what that.”
“Wonderful. Darling, kneel,” Cas taps a foot on the thick rug.
Maybe Benny doesn't have Dean's practice with hitting his knees, but watching the Beast of the Bayou willingly do down, feeling heady.
“Dean, feed my cock to this good boy.”
Oh, he moves fast and aims his aching cock right at the mouth he loves. Right past warm lips and across that wet tongue, this feels amazing.
“More… Benny needs more, he has earned this treat… Mmm, your mouth takes me so well.”
Sky blue eyes get cloudy and it's so wild to see Benny where Dean usually is. A deep rumbly sigh feels otherworldly around Dean's cock and he buck hard twice before regaining control, just staring down in rapture.
“Dean.”
Blinking back to the Angel, “Yes, sir?”
“I'm allowing you to use my cock, but I didn't give permission to fuck, did I?”
“No, I'm sorry.”
“Apology accepted, now behave and hold my cock for Benny to worship.”
Yeah, so, Dean's not going to survive this, should probably start planning his epitaph. His stud gulps around him and licks and suckles and holy fuck everything feels better than ever. It feels different, probably because this ain't his cock, he's just filing in, ha. Focus. Has to bite his own tongue now because Benny is inching closer to Dean's belly, swallowing nearly the whole thing. Maybe Dean's not well endowed or carrying a third leg like his boyfriends, and that's a-okay with him because he doesn't need it, caged or folded away is his happy place. But right now this isn’t him, not his choice.
“Lovely boy, I want my cock buried in that wet mouth. Help him.”
Hell yeah, Dean's ready to… nope, not allowed to fuck, so? Oh. Yup, Dean grips the back of Benny’s neck and pulls. Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuck! Nose to his groin and beard tickling Dean's balls, he's fully buried in Benny and he could cum right now except… this isn't his cock. Why is that so massively hot? Fuck, just is.
“That's better, my pet got my cock nice and wet.”
Dean shudders and maybe Benny does, too, or maybe it's just an earthquake.
“On the bed, good boy, present.”
Here's another instance of erotic shock, watching Benny perch that fine ass nice n’ high just for him. Well, for Cas, but the visual is just supernova.
“I want to feel just how well Benny’s pretty hole is taking his training.”
Command received. Only licking his lips twice, Dean circles a finger around Benny’s slight gape. It's slick and shiny, hell yeah, Cas must've lubed Benny up real good.
“What do my fingers feel?”
Dean whispers, “So soft.”
“Perfect for wrecking. My cock needs this sweet ass.”
Palming Benny’s powerful hips, Dean rocks right in and can't hold back a lewd moan, is this what his own ass feels like? It's like his cock is wrapped in bamboo silk rope, the finest friction and utter softness and so fucking comforting. Can't help it, can't think, he buries himself in a second thrust and stays right there, mins whiting out, the stimulation is unbelievable, feels–.”
He gasps when his hair is sharply yanked, sting fingers tangled at his scalp and a warning growl in his ear, “My cock moves.”
Maybe Dean's body obeys without thought but his mind stutters around each thought. Not his cock but he can feel it, can feel Benny's pulsing walls and the heat and it's so perfect and can feel Cas' right behind him, those hands now guiding Dean's movements and gripping his hips. Someone half-mewls half-groans and he's not about to figure out who.
Teeth nip Dean's ear lobe, *That's better… tilt like this,” maneuvering Dean just so. And the muffled groan from Benny says it all. As does the command in Dean's ear, “I want to hear and feel this incredible hole taking me.”
Like a switch was flipped, Dean's hand arcs and strikes hard, spanking Benny with a ball tingling reverberation, “Speak!”
Benny groans and it's the sexiest sound Dean has ever heard, he was so not prepared for this, he's stuttering.
And a hand around his throat gives him focus, “Only my beautiful men are allowed to cry on my cock, it's a reward. I'm not done.”
Not done, not done, not done. Dean gathers half-minded focus and sets out to batter Benny’s welcoming ass. The other half, well, he's free-falling with Cas rubbing him to delirium and rutting that insane cock against his ass. Oh fuck, that's what he's demanding next time, he needs Cas’ actual cock buried to his kidneys and guding Dean's every movement while making Benny tremble and wail. Fuck yes.
He gets a sharp cry from Benny and it's like a bucketful of praise, ‘cause Dean finally hit that sweet spot. Again, concentrating on just where to go, he's aiming for where his fingers know but he's driving someone else's cock right now and the alignment takes some getting used to and holy shit he loves that. Another long grunt and slight clenching, yeah, Dean drops a pin and kicks into the coordinates, shifting around to really take aim.
All while Cas is out to assassinate every neuron still firing on Dean's brain, “Perfect, baby, just right… Give our lovely pet more, harder…. Fucking heaven on my cock… I didn't tell him to move… Ooh, your handprint is just right, again… Tell me, darling, should I allow Benny to cum on my cock?”
Dean's last the point of vision, can only keep moving and occasionally breathing, so words have to be forced out. “Cum, wanna make… Benny cum on… on Daddy's cock.”
“Such a good boy.” And Cas is gone! No, not gone, just takes Dean a second to remember how vision works. And promptly forgets his own name because Cas shoves Benny upright and Dean's spider wraps around their partner, clinging to the massive powerhouse that his cock– Cas' cock is buried in. And Cas is going HAM on Benny's mouth, the two are noisy and it sounds so wet and definitely some teeth are involved because Benny shudders again. Then Cas disappears, fuck, no, he's gotta be doing something awesome to Benny's cock because that sound is unmistakable. It's too much, too perfect, Dean's on the verge and tears burn his eyes, he needs release like never before.”
Popping up in front of Benny, Cas’ eyes are wild and his thick lips glistening, “Make Benny cum on my cock,” and he disappears.
Dean's trembling so he can't be sure but kinda thinks Benny did, too. Giving his all with every snap of his, Dean brokenly begs Benny, “Cum, cum, please, Papa, cum on Daddy's cock, wanna feel you cum!”
He does. The vice like clenching around his cock is indescribable, just milking Dean while Benny bucks and shakes and the sounds are the best things Dean has ever heard and he needs more. When the pulsing eventually fades, Dean is actively crying, he’s at his limit, struggling to behave while gasping against Benny's shoulder.
Hands move him around, every motion overstimulating and fraying his finite control. Pressure around his jaw has his mouth opening, and that's Cas licking in with… fuck yes, that's Benny's cum. Refocusing, Dean sucks and slurps and seeks out every morsel, always a fiend for that flavor.
“Superb, sweetheart, such a perfect doll to wear my cock.”
Dean’s epitaph shall read: He could not cope.
Cas nuzzles his tear-streaked cheek, “Tell me what you want, my love.”
“Wanna cum, please.”
“I do believe you've earned it, baby. Kiss me.”
Yeah, Dean does and again whimpers because Cas' tastes like himself and Benny and it's too much.
The Angel shoves Dean to his back, now side-by-side with Benny and yeah, Dean reaches for Benny's hand. And is ridiculously pleased to find it trembling and sweaty; he just grips harder. But Cas shoves Dean's knees up, "You wore my cock like a dream, babyboy, I'm helpless but to rewed you.”
For all of a second those flaming sapphires look uncertain and Dean's throat tightens. But Cas draws a sharp breath and grins like a shark, and freaking dives down over Dean's cock. Like a cattle prod to his taint but less I'm melting – and Dean knows – that insane mouth engulfs Dean's cock. Without ropes or bindings, there's no way to restrain his reaction, Dean thrashes. An unfamiliar mouth moving faster than he's ever felt, so many teeth, oh yeah, Dean wails. And whines when his hand is grabbed and pulled to Cas’ hair, the wicked Angel himself giving permission. Papa in one hand, a handful of Daddy in the other, Dean flies and drowns in the clouds as every delicious hormone soaks his brain. This is bliss.
The gently swaying hammock of his consciousness eventually picks up other stuff. Oh, he's not alone in the webbing, here's Benny nosing at his cheek. And over there with less assuredness but still solid presence is Cas kissing Dean's knuckles. This is awesome.
“There ya are, cher, open those pretty eyes… hi, baby.”
This is probably a ridiculous grin but whatever.
“Hmm, you're feeling damn good, I fully understand.”
“Stupid good, Papa, like… Fantasy Fest.”
“Mm, my favorite holiday, baby. And one you're gonna get real used to,” Benny aims that at Cas.
Who keeps blessing Dean's hand, “My mind is already awash with ideas. Sweet prince, how are you?”
Tickled by the sobriquet, Dean totally squirms, “Really fucking good.”
The Angel nips a knuckle now, “Full honesty because we are partners, I… have never given head. I've never been even remotely tempted. But I'm certain now that I will crave both your tastes at every moment and I am an expert at focusing on my desires.”
Cool, just out here to murder the last of Dean's sanity.
Benny chuckles, “We've created a fiend. You're gonna pace it out, Feathers, this boy has to really earn his cum.”
“Fortunately for me, this beautiful doll will rarely need his own pretty cock when I task him with using mine.”
Okay, yeah, Dean went full aftershocks there and is vibrating. But so is Benny and that's powerful as hell. Takes everything to gasp out a few breathless words, “Love using your cock, Daddy.”
“So sweet, darling,” Cas kisses him wet n’ bitey. Then smirks and kneels back, a huge hand palming a huge cock, “Now I want to use it.”